[Verse 1]
Its been a long time since the rhyme rode a rough road
I'm riding rhythms and givin' a dose of brother load
Never said I wasn't good at it 'cause I'm a static addict
No fear, you gotta know I had it
And if you know better, supposed to do better
So I know like Al Green, "let's stay together"
Knock, knock? (Who goes there?) Where? (Right here)
The boom kids knockin', bang and they outta here
The dopeman's livin' at home alone, man
And they don't understand, but they can and can can
If I didn't say it I'm a sucka parlayin' it
It don't really matter if the flow fatter
But I don't, don't believe, and duck, bob, and weave
Deceive a street corner and the forty thieves

[Chorus]
And they bring 'em in, and you do 'em in
And he bring 'em in, and you do us in
And they bring 'em in, and you do 'em in
And he bring 'em in, and you do us in
And I'm hittin' that (Boom!)
Smell 'em knockin' that (Boom!)
Hear 'em hittin' that (Boom!)
Smell 'em knockin' that (Boom!)
And I'm hittin' that (Boom!)
Smell 'em knockin' that (Boom!)
Hear 'em hittin' that (Boom!)
(I ain't tellin', punk!)
[Verse 2]
I'm comin' at ya live and uncut and undrugged
These days, they be thinkin' I'm bugged
Livin', I be kickin' it hard instead of lickin' it down
Dominatin' on the overground
Tell me what we be seekin' is self preservation
A nation of millions gotta go with a feelin'
Uncle Sam begat Uncle Tom
And when it comes to drugs, Uncle Tom gotta bomb
Can I get a pop 'til the motherfuckers stop
Sellin' that shit that make the hoodie drop?
No more easy gettin' over for the cracka in the back
Yo, its over, yo, it's over

[Chorus]
And I'm hittin' that (Boom!)
Smell 'em knockin' that (Boom!)
Hear 'em hittin' that (Boom!)
Smell 'em knockin' that (Boom!)
And I'm hittin' that (Boom!)
Smell 'em knockin' that (Boom!)
Hear 'em hittin' that (Boom!)
Smell 'em knockin' that (Boom!)
And I'm hittin' that (Boom!)
Smell 'em knockin' that (Boom!)
Hear 'em hittin' that (Boom!)
Smell 'em knockin' that (Boom!)
And I'm hittin' that (Boom!)
Smell 'em knockin' that (Boom!)
Hear 'em hittin' that (Boom!)
[Interlude]
"Is this a matter of mind over matter?
I don't mind and they don't matter"

[Verse 3]
Number one with a bullet, he pull it, oh, what I do now?
Can I outrun it or duck or get a new Chuck?
Up against the wall, won't confess y'all
One more move and I'm gone, and so I guess y'all
And let me tell you, so lend me a listen
I'm missin' a life if I ain't givin' up an asskissin'
No television or movie style
No buckwild thinkin' 'cause I don't know what he drinkin'
But he better act quick 'cause I'm gettin' quicker
Three more seconds to go, I hope he hold the trigger
And If he do that, the gat is outta his hands
And then he gotta deal with a man
Punks jump up to get beat
I'm on the funky beat, beat, beat, y'all, until it's six feet
Under dirt and the mud, here we go again
Another enemy if you never was a friend
Never clever as I was in this endeavor
Never again trust a smile or a grin
From comin' outta the womb to endin' up in a tomb
Another sport caught knockin' that (Boom!)
[Chorus]
And they bring 'em in, and you do 'em in
And he bring 'em in, and you do us in (Boom!)
And I'm hittin' that (Boom!)
Smell 'em knockin' that (Boom!)
C'mon!

[Verse 4]
Here go the verse that hurts, head brother in charge
So I better get bodyguards
What can I do, break a leg on the avenue
Where the bootleggers, they be stackin' the odds
And try to be hard, but they playin' my cards
I'm fuckin' with chicken, but I'm duckin' the lard
I've been goin' straight since seventy-eight
So what? I wanna live, I don't wanna be late
I head em comin' at me, runnin' fast and rough
Ain't this a bitch and test for the tough
Can't we get along? I doubt it
Without a life, I can't live without it

[Outro]
Say you want a revolution? 40 acres to 40 ounces
Plus they announcin
The mule is the one that's fooled
But I pass to be that jackass
Knockin that boom
To the tomb Out the womb
I bet against the spread
I flipped death threats and the 3 to the head
Never get enough the raw, the rugged, the ruff
Oh my the jam the dunk the stuff
Yes, I got a mind that's madder than Minolta
Hard in a rock place my corner
And the winner is
Whoop there it is
33 years without a beer or slow gin fizz
Rather get drunk off
Hearin rhymin wit biz
Rhymamatician, rumpshaker, mindquaker
Not a cracker or a quacker but a waker
Put my thing down step my shit up
Put up or shut up
Peace to the original what up
Back to the motherland
Where its warmer, transformer, kill the informer
I hear em talkin creepin
But I'm not sleepin
My mellow I go back
Way back going, going
Before crack
And the 8 track
Still goin, gone, goodbye
To the lazy
I ain't pushing up or drivin
No daisies
I gotta remember Philly in September
Ain't nuttin finer than peace
In Carolina & to the gods
Wanna be, gotta be
Starter of mo flow
Here we go the front row
As I cut the silly rhymin
Riddlin still the flow
Gettin ridda dem
Racist swazis
Cause I'm brinin kamikazes
They gotta give us where we live
We don't own
What you think is home
Its time to go up in smoke
911 is no joke
Once again friends
This enemy states fiddy states
Still say chill wait until
The right time baby
Damn the blood line
Gettin raid with AIDS
But somebodys gettin paid
Lets get it on and a on
But brothers gettin killed
Cause blunts & 40's is like
Cookies to da milk
I'm not crazy
I'm the revelation
Last days in time
The overtime rhymer
Rhymer in a zone
Yes, once again
Public Enemy number one
Chuck D & Flavor Flav
Terminator X
The Security of the First World
In your face
Right versus wrong, good versus evil, God versus the Devil
What side are you on?
Muse Sick In Hour Mess Age
94 for your mind
Rhymer in a zone
Muse Sick In Hour Mess Age
Muse Sick In Hour Mess Age